Yo. Sitting here enjoying some Pho 14 before getting ready to go smoke some cigars and drink scotch for a favorite person’s birthday and, well, something’s nagging at me. And how do I work that out? I write about it of course…
So, first let me qualify and set the stage by admitting that I’ve been in a TERRIBLE mood for the last week. Normally I wouldn’t admit that because I don’t relish giving the people who put me in that mood the satisfaction of knowing that their talents at sucking are quite developed. Some may say they have a gift. But I think in this case it’s a necessary admission because the bad mood made me quick to call something stupid and I think I may have been…sit down…wrong.
So, because of the aforementioned mood (related to breaking a promise to myself to never, EVER, let anyone EVER AGAIN put me in front of unkind people to be held up to ridicule, and I broke that promise to myself my friends. As an aside, I’m starting to feel comfortable in the assertion that the people I’m talking about are actually, in fact, unkind. Because if, as a friend of mine says, you treat the waiter like a jerk, you’re a jerk. Period. No matter how you treat other people. And this is why I can’t be around mean people. They bum me out and make me say and do stupid stuff. Anyway, that’s the genesis of the mood…), when I came across this story, I called the guy not smart and a tool. And I mean I can’t tell you how badly that’s been nagging at me. To the degree that I looked the dude up and found out he’s not only good at what he does, he’s great at it. So, the not smart name-calling was not smart on my part.
Second, because it was bugging me, when I talked to my Pops today, I asked him his opinion and he took me to task. “Quantum physics is arcane stuff, ” Pops said. “I’m sure he knows that these mushy-headed kids’ eyes start to glaze over so he was doing something to wake them up. And I think that’s necessary. And he has a right to do what he needs to do in his classroom.”
And so I have to apologize for being grumpy and saying something stupid. It happens sometimes. As I’ve said before, I’m in need of forgiveness almost daily. So sorry dude. Carry on. Hope you are able to solidify some of the mush.
That said, I still have two small problems with his strategy: 1) I gotta believe there are images just as awe-inspiring, shocking, and confounding that aren’t tied to dictators and violence and death and destruction that may have done the job just as well. Perhaps not, but sometimes I worry that if you start the study of a discipline with that kind of stuff in mind, it definitely equates that discipline with the stuff you’ve implanted in heads, day 1. And frankly, I didn’t really like The Misfits skull being linked to Saddam Hussein and Hitler. So that was likely where the “tool” aspersion came from. Don’t ruin my music with dictators, man. And 2) I know you’re a physicist and not a performance artist. But that could have been done better. Talk to some of the theater majors next year. They’ll help you out. I know this makes me an art snob but I have a thing with haphazard theatrical production. If you’re gonna do it, do it right.
Okay, nerd out. Going to Shelly’s and then to a place that apparently smells like feet. I’ve been a few times and never noticed the feet smell. But it’s certainly a Chinatown dive…Exactly what I need I think…